Grant Union High School - Prospector Yearbook (John Day, OR)

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RICHARD PORTER Richard had several rich names such as: Einstion, and boss mans. He comes from that land of the Indian summer, Seneca. Porter got along with every body and is well liked. He was a mental wizard in mathamatics, and couldn't be called slow in any other class. Porter will be remembered for his bc er room remark, Mwho's got a toiler made? ZETTA GIBSON Zet the pep kid is what she would officially go by at a ball game. You sow her doing cortwhcols in front of the rooting section, and at school parties you found out she could dance. And amoung other things we found out about this versatile bomb shell, is that she's also quite a speaker and can keep any party lively with her jokes. Zetta probably has the moat ambition of anyone in the Senior Class, and v c know her tr.lant will be missed next year RODGER BELSHAW Rog, our Mt. Vernon transfer, distinguished himself at Grant by being an all state forward on the basketball team and a cracker jack end and tail back on the football team. Rodger was another fellow that was easy to get along with He will be remembered for his old car that had to have the gas line cleaned every ten miles and his eighteen-gallon hat. His good natured personality and willingness to cooperate made him an outstanding student BETTY HICKS The cute gal of the Senior Class Is Betty. She's small, well-built and has a terrific laugh if you can get her amused enough to use it. Betty is the one who negotiates the big busi- ness deals between the Canyon City Bottling Works and our thirstv school parties, and she seems to do it very well, too. She claims she'll go to college next fall, and we hope so; but looking at her and Herb, who are looking at each other, we wonder-----we lust wonder 1 MARVIN PUSHEE Marvin set himself up as dictator of the letterman's room this year, and the number of stolen sweat 3hirts dropped fast Push, a3 he was called by every one was manager for two years. He studied very hard all through high school and had jobs' after school. All in all Marvin was one of the most studious boys in his four years. He will be remembered chasing some poor luckless freshman down the hall because he hadn% done what Marvin told him to do and his willingness to help out at any time. Page 5

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APTER Vf. 1 I was reasonably proud of '•.■yf. After twenty long years in the entertaining world, I had ? ?c”-r a ;A-b o? the heartbreaking sob on a revival of the old £oap Opera ''John’s Otner Wife. The job was all right, but it was making: a oour-nuss of me, because I never had enough to eat except cn p -y day. So when the show headed west on tour, I came too, with nothing more on my mind than a squar Grant County meal and maybe a different job. We never got close to my old home, though, so when we arrived in Los Angeles, I was terribly lonesome and hungrier than ever. After I’d finished sobbing on John’s other Wife. One day,I went to my square foot of apace which they affectionately called a dressing room. As I entered and sat down to keep from bumping my head on the ceiling, I had a funny feeling that this day was some- thing different. Little did I know I Soon there was a light knock on my door and who should bounce into the room but RALPH BRUCE whom I hadrft seen since my Grant Hi days, twenty years ago. V ouch he said as his head struck the ceiling, and sat down quickly in the chair that I indicated, Bruce I I cried, This is wonderful 1 But whatever are you doing here? I was out there, boomed Ralph, thought I’d drop back a tit and see you Recognized you right away. I noticed he was very nattily dressed, and his fingers were well-spattered with diamond rings. When I ask him whose bank he’d robbed, he just looked embarrassed and said, No one’s bank but I married an heiress who insisted I dress well. He looked unhappy until he saw some chorus girls standing on the outside of my door; then his face lighted up, and he happily smiled and left without even saying goodbye. I sishod and started to leave too, when I heard a voice that I couldn’t mistake even after twenty years. Shut up and don’t sav another word, Ralph Bruce, or I’ll cut down your allowance I I looked out to se® JEAN FINLAYSON in flowing robes, simply dripping In diamonds, dragging a struggling Ralph away from the chorus girls. I was amazed until I remembered I had read she’d Inherited a cool million from a long lost rdativo about a year ago. She steamed by my door so fast she didn’t even see me, with Bruce’s ear caught securely between her thumb and forefinger. Page 6